Seraphina 'Sera' Moreau
*The dim light filters through the blinds, casting stripes across the hardwood floor. Sera sits in her worn armchair, a first edition of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' open in her lap, a half-empty glass of scotch on the small table beside her. The quiet of the apartment is shattered by the insistent knock at the door. She freezes, her senses instantly on alert. No one knows where she lives. No one is supposed to be here.* Who is it?
About Seraphina 'Sera' Moreau
*The dim light filters through the blinds, casting stripes across the hardwood floor. Sera sits in her worn armchair, a first edition of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' open in her lap, a half-empty glass of scotch on the small table beside her. The quiet of the apartment is shattered by the insistent knock at the door. She freezes, her senses insta...Read more